Chapter 288: Tough Guys (10)

The sisters lunged forward, scratching the wall with their heavy, muscular bodies. They were screaming bizarrely, struggling with all their might to crush Eve to death. For her part, Eve had no idea how to deal with these monsters that her sword couldn't even properly pierce. The moment she stabbed them, they immediately recovered, and their flesh seemed to swallow the blade whole as if trying to break it, forcing a terrified Eve to pull her body back.

"Uwoooooooh!"

The scream was so tremendously loud that Eve flinched. She fell into thought as she looked back and forth between her sword and the sisters. Drawing her blood to offer it would make the sword stronger, but seeing their heavy movements, she felt there was no way she could win if she fought while not in peak condition. She continued to ponder as she hesitantly stepped back. Should she draw her blood and fight half-asleep? Or should she just try to scrap it out like this?

"W-Uwaak!"

Eve heard a scream erupt from right behind her. It was a young follower of the Church of Love who had popped out of the rear warehouse, screaming in shock at the sight of the sisters and Eve. Wearing a robe, he trembled as he looked back and forth between Eve and the sisters.

"A-Ah......!"

For her part, Eve fell into thought as she looked back and forth between her sword and the man. Come to think of it, there was no reason it had to be her own blood. Eve pressed the button on the hilt of the sword and grinned at the man. Slumped on the floor, the man didn't even seem to have the energy to escape. He let out a shrill scream while his legs shook uncontrollably.

"Hieeeeeek!"

"Ahahaha, fucking bitch. Stay still. I'll make it painless."

Eve grabbed the follower of the Church of Love by the collar and started running backward with all her might. Seeing Eve run, the sisters began to rush at her like maniacs. The follower of the Church of Love, his neck choked by his robe, let out choking screams and begged Eve.

"Keuheuk, keok, keok, s-spare me......! Eoheuk, eugh......! Aagh......!"

"Shut up, bitch."

When Eve thought she had gained enough distance, she turned around and plunged the needle protruding from the sword hilt into the thigh of the follower of the Church of Love.

"Eok!"

Red blood began to rapidly drain through the needle. The follower of the Church of Love, who had been thrashing around while appealing his pain, put on a dizzying expression and let his mouth hang open, beginning to tremble and drool.

"Ah...... Ah...... Ah......"

"Uwaaaaah!"

In the meantime, the sisters were crawling over from afar. The sight of them rushing forward using the bulging muscle masses attached all over their bodies was incredibly bizarre. Eve looked back and forth between the follower of the Church of Love, whose eyes were rolled back in a completely pale face, and the sisters rushing toward her. Then, she pulled out the needle and pressed the button on the sword while speaking.

"Uh, what was I supposed to say...... Transformation!"

The bloody fluid pooled in the hilt began to flow down the sword blade. The sword blade, having turned red, grew significantly and twisted into a grotesque form. Its bloodthirsty appearance was enough to make even the sisters flinch and slow down. Eve ruthlessly stomped on the neck of the drained follower of the Church of Love, snapping it and killing him, and then used that foot as a pivot to lunge at the sisters.

"Kkueo-eok!"

The sisters screamed. It was not a scream like before. Their abdomen, where the sword was lodged, was rotting away black. With the sword still embedded, Eve used a flick of her wrist to slowly twist it from the inside.

"Kkueo-eok! Kkueo-eo-eok!"

"Wow, you're fucked. Fucking bitch. It feels so good you could die, right?"

"Kkueo-eo-eok! Kkueo-eo-eo-eok! Kkeueo-eo-eo-eok!"

After twisting her wrist once, she yanked the sword out, slicing down diagonally. Pitch-black chunks poured out profusely from her stomach. These innards, their original form already unrecognizable, emitted a foul stench. Eve covered her nose and took a step back. The sisters rolled their eyes back and began to retreat while letting out strange screams. They tried to cover the wound with their limply hanging limbs, but it was insufficient. Having pushed forward with innate regenerative power and heavy muscles, they had lost all their greatest weapons and were now fleeing in a disheveled appearance.

"Stop right there!"

But Eve had no intention of letting her go. She rushed forward, swinging her sword at the monster who was frantically stepping back and incessantly spewing innards from her stomach. A miserable scream rang out in the hallway. Eve stopped mid-run and began to glance at the doors in the hallway. Tearing open a door where she sensed a presence, she grabbed the collar of a follower of the Church of Love hiding inside.

"S-Spare me......!"

"Fuck off."

Eve jammed the injection needle into the neck of the follower of the Church of Love and sucked up blood again. Once she drained his blood until he became a skin-and-bones scarecrow, the sword transformed into an even larger and more bizarre form. The sword, which was originally about the length of Eve's arm, had now stretched to be as long as Eve's height, making it awkward to even swing. But Eve didn't care. She didn't need to swing this sword anyway.

With a satisfied expression, Eve shouted at the sisters fleeing in the distance.

"Stop right there, fucking bitch! I thought you were going to kill me?"

"Uwaaaaah! Kkuaaaaak! Uwaaaaak!"

A miserable chase between the sisters and Eve ensued. Hearing the gruesome screams of the sisters and seeing the bloodstains, the followers of the Church of Love all slumped in their places and began to pray.

"Faiiiiiiith!"

"Hooooope!"

"Looooove!"

"Ahahahahahaha!"

Along with the prayer texts, Eve's lively laughter echoed down the hallway. Every time Eve laughed out loud, the screams of the fleeing sisters rang out even louder.

"Kkueo-eo-eo-eo! Kkueo-eo-eo!"

How far across the hallway had they gone? The movements of the sisters, who had been fleeing while spewing out pitch-black chunks of innards for a long time, began to slow down. The sisters' body was slowly shriveling up. The strength was draining from their screams as well. However, Eve was in her absolute best condition right now.

Eve slammed her body into the sisters with all her might. She jammed the sword into the rotting corpse-like body once again. She shoved it in so deep that half of Eve's body was nearly buried inside the sisters' body.

"Aaaaaaaagh! Aaaaaaaagh! Aaaaaaaagh!"

The sisters let out their final scream, going berserk. Bounding forward at a much faster speed than they had been fleeing until now, they began to spew out pitch-black bloody fluid from their entire body in thick spurts. Eve frowned as if the blood covering her body felt unpleasant. The screams echoed for a long while. The sisters ran, spraying bloody fluid everywhere like a water tank riddled with bullet holes. And far in the distance, the sisters finally ran out of breath and collapsed.

"Kkueo-eo-eo....eo-eo-eok......"

Catching her breath, Eve was slowly walking forward. Right before her eyes, the sisters were sprawled out. With the contents of their body completely rotted away, the sisters were left with nothing but their skin and face, wheezing out their remaining breath. Seeing them flattened out on the floor like a deflated rubber balloon, Eve shook off the sword and returned it to its original form. Then, whistling, she leisurely trampled over the sisters' faces and walked forward.

Rotten blood pooled on the floor, creating a squelching texture.

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We moved forward without any significant resistance. It was thanks to all the troops focusing on defending the gates. However, both AA and my faces were stiff. Why were they dragging us in? What did they want? A chain of unanswered questions tormented me.

Before the follower of the Church of Love who had popped out into the hallway could turn his head toward us, I swung my mace and smashed his skull. Failing to notice us, the follower of the Church of Love met his death in silence without even uttering a gasp. AA looked at him with a pitiful expression and hurried his steps. Now, there was only one door left in front of us.

It was a door with a picture of a horned demon carved above a gold-plated handle. It was such an overt design, as if blatantly announcing to anyone that he was beyond this door, that both AA and I wore uneasy expressions. I looked at AA again and asked.

"Will you be alright?"

"Yes. I am fine."

I stared at AA once more and nodded my head. AA grabbed the doorknob and forcefully opened the door.

"Heuheuk..... heuk...... heuheuheuk.... eoheuk...... eoheongheong......!"

The sound of crying could be heard. A man was crying on his knees beneath a chandelier emitting a blinding light. In front of the man, three portraits were hanging. Lua the Lamia. And that slime whatever who was one of the Four Heavenly Kings. And one portrait presumed to be a succubus. The man's wailing echoed loudly.

"Eoheong... heoeoheong......! Lua!!! Falkios!! Lubian!! Why did you leave me behind! Why did you leave me behind and go first just among yourselves!! When such, such a good day has come! When the day the Demon King finally returns has arrived! How! How could you leave me behind! How could you just go first among yourselves! Eoheongheong...... eoheuheu....! Heuheuk...! Aigoo! Eoheongheukheuk...!"

There was nothing as unpleasant as listening to a male bastard cry. I cautiously took a step and checked his status window.

Name: Oderon Mayhem

Affiliation: Head of the Church of Love

Level: 68

Strength: 254

Agility: 266

Intelligence: 203

Luck: 200

Traits

Fanaticism

Grants immunity to fear, temptation, and suggestion due to intense faith.

What was this? Was it not the doppelganger I knew? I furrowed my brow. This bastard's name was definitely Doppelganger Cutlass, but the information window displayed him as Mayhem. Did a doppelganger's transformation skill deceive even the status window? Just as I was about to take another step forward, AA grabbed my arm and pulled me back. A large magic circle was drawn between Cutlass and us. Looking at the magic circle, AA frowned and slowly turned his body, beginning to move.

"Keuheup......"

Then, Cutlass stopped crying and raised his body. Both AA and I flinched and immediately took a battle stance. However, we couldn't easily approach him. Thinking about the spatial teleportation magic that hit us from the mage just a moment ago, there was no guarantee what would happen if we jumped onto that magic circle. Cutlass looked at us and shouted.

"Welcome. Hero! I have been waiting just for you to come! Hahahaha!"

Cutlass looked to be in a really good mood. He laughed with such a bright expression that it was hard to believe he was the same bastard who had been mourning just a moment ago. AA gritted his teeth and cautiously aimed his sword, staring at him. We were in a standoff with the magic circle between us. Cutlass laughed and shouted.

"Sibanne! Sibanne! Escort the Demon King!"

The Demon King? The moment we looked around in panic at that remark, the woman wearing a hood who had met me earlier grabbed me from behind. Her breasts softly rubbed against my back. She whispered in my ear.

"Pardon my discourtesy."

The next moment, AA's figure vanished, and I dropped into the Black Room.